Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.